DING!
~----~
[Genesis Threshold: 85%]
[Aspect Strain: Moderate]
[System Note: Anti-Genesis suppression detected. Rootlash efficiency reduced by 20%.]
~----~
Clayton cursed under his breath. "Of course you've got toys to screw with my toys".
His mind raced, survival instincts kicking in.
They had tech, numbers, and a Luminous Seed rank leader. He had the terrain and a head start. This wasn't a brawl; it was a chess game, and he'd just taken their pawns.
He slipped deeper into the ruins, roots masking his movements, baiting them into his trap.
The Ironblood were unified, sure, but he'd caught the leader's hesitation, a glance toward the pinned soldier, a split-second pause.
Not all of them were as bloodthirsty as their mission.
Good. Dissent was a crack he could exploit.
The fight was far from over. And he wasn't running, not yet.
…
Clayton slipped through the ruins like a ghost, the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse bending to his will.
